The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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Syndarblen watched the goings on with curious interest, simply nodding whenever acknowledgement was required in answer to something. Her feral yellow eyes were turned upon the Alpha as he entered, though of course, she did not connect her gaze with his. She was an Omega, while he was the Alpha. Nothing would make her gaze connect with his. She was silent as he kept his voice in check and even as he spoke, she simply dipped her head in a nod of understanding. Too often did her voice get her into trouble.

As Plague spoke again, about a pack meeting, before taking his leave, Syn smiled softly towards the newcomer and Coal and then she also took her leave. Her pace was slow and measured, she was in no hurry to chase after the Alpha like a small pup. She knew that the Alpha woud have to wait for the others to get there, so she would not be late, and as she had a little time, why not take a leisurely walk and admire the sights?

Even with her slow walk, the mottled she-wolf was the first to reach Plague, standing on his little mound. She took a steady pace over the ground, till she stood in front of him, though not close. Her ears were awash with the male's call and she felt tempted to join in, but she knew it was not her place to do so. Instead, she simply waited for him to finish before tilting her head and speaking out to him. "Once greetings again, sirree. This day, fare you how?"*

As she finished, an almost apologetic and very much frustrated smile placed itself on her maw. Hopefully he would understand what she'd said. He didn't seem to have too much trouble before. He seemed to be quite intelligent and she admired that, too many times had she seen wolves so full of brute strength, yet so foolish and dumb. She missed having the occassional intelligent conversation.

As she let a neutral expressions slide back onto her face, she wondered if anyone in this pack could tell how she was. Did they simply think she was a muddled wolf, perhaps even slightly stupid? Or could they guess that she was a genius, albeit a mad one? Who knew, though Syndarblen would have liked to find out.

((*Greetings once again, sir. How are you this day?))


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